Carol's Musings

Do you ever wonder what keeps you safe in this lifetime? Certainly, I don’t mean always having things go your way. After all, we are required, throughout life, to weather...

Debriefing with my siblings about our home life was never a viable option. Consequently, these childhood tales have been brewing inside my system for as many years as I’ve been...

We went to the boat at Shilshole Marina to watch the Christmas lights. There I met Eric. I had heard about him previously from friends, although here he was in...

We hadn’t yet moved to our forever home, so I must have been in third grade. We were living in subsidized housing – a single mom and her three kids....

“For God’s sake, Jonnie. Put that match down!” Mom was hunched over on the front stoop, entertaining herself by lighting the dead grass in the cracked sidewalk on fire. It...

Come to think of it, from a childhood perspective, Easter was the one holiday untouched by sad memories. It felt like the only time I could fully enjoy the experience...

Loss of a loved one, loss of trust, loss of innocence. All these experiences require the transmutation of forgiveness. Consider that nobody hurts another unless the aggressor is enmeshed in...

In a discussion recently, I tossed out the idea that our current political climate and world events are exposing the collective shadow, meaning humanity’s shadow. If it is true, what...

Ernest prayers do get answered. When I was pregnant, I begged God for a boy. I felt that a girl would mirror my ridiculously painful childhood, and I just was...

Are you aware enough to notice a karmic slap when it happens to you? I’ve been lucky that way. The Universe wastes no time in delivering that painful lesson, and...

Recently I had to work with someone who has been vehemently outspoken about her political persuasion. We are in the same industry. When I realized she would be part of...

She was an elementary school classmate when my family lived in ‘the projects’. Her family lived in the nicer homes in Riverview. She had an older brother who had already...

It is the kind of love poets struggle to capture, a love that ignites the soul and leaves it gasping for air. It is longing and connection, ecstasy and devastation....